Nelthurin pondered Andrew’s question a moment.  [b]”That’d be Talia.  Blacksmith’s daughter.  Works at one of the taverns.”[/b]  He grinned.  [b]”You’ve been away awhile.  A lot more of the gear’s homemade nowadays than you realize.  Blacksmith himself is in on the business indirectly, but he’ll only take orders through his daughter.  If you want an import, she’ll pass word to whoever her contact is.  Couldn’t tell you for sure, but I’m pretty sure it’s Findir, the farrier, who is also what passes for the ironmonger in Pigeon Spit.  He’s also your smelter.  You know…for turning identifiable jewelry and plate into something less compromising.”[/b]

Bork perked up at this.  Remembering his own note about costume jewelry, he commented, [b]”Sounds like somebody I should get to know.”[/b]

The harbor agreed.  [b]”Indeed.  You’d like him.  He’s a dwarf, too.”[/b]  Because, the Nelthurin’s mind, all dwarves got along.

[hider=sorry]Little stale at the moment.  I'll post something more detailed with Bork tonight.[/hider]